The Japs cannot break out from the mountains on both sides, and many places are steep cliffs, which are not suitable for deploying large forces. Only the unnamed highlands are relatively flat. If the unnamed highlands are taken, the Japs will be able to slow down;
Otherwise, thousands of troops would be crowded on the highway and bombarded indiscriminately by the Eighth Route Army's artillery fire. No matter how many troops there were, they would not be able to withstand the attrition.
The Japanese also tried to break out along the highway, but were beaten back by the 3rd Battalion, which was waiting in full formation. The 3rd Battalion blocked the 300-meter exit, and even the vanguard Asada Brigade was blocked;
The Japs now have to retreat to Chenjialing, but they only have three days of food. If they don't push out, they will starve to death!
"Ito-kun, Chu Xiong has blocked the way out. His purpose is obvious, which is to trap the imperial army in the narrow depression of Wangjiawa! The unknown high ground must be captured!"
The old Japanese from Hengshan also discovered the key point of the battle. The exit was only 300 meters wide. The Eighth Route Army deployed heavy troops. If they could not break out, the only way out was on the unknown high ground.
"Your Excellency General, I will personally lead a large group and I will definitely defeat the Eighth Route Army on the high ground!"
Old Japanese Ito was also anxious. The Eighth Route Army's artillery fire and machine gun fire had been firing at the Imperial Army crowded in the corridor. There were a large number of Imperial Army casualties every minute. If the fight continued like this, the Imperial Army would be in danger!
"Warriors, the time has come to serve His Majesty the Emperor, kill the chicken and give it to him!"
Old Japs Ito rushed to the front with his command sword. Hundreds of Japs screamed and followed Ito towards the unknown high ground.
When the Japs entered an attack distance of seventy or eighty meters, the machine gun in the hands of the company commander Ye Daochen once again roared at the Japs, sweeping the tongues of flames towards the densely packed Japs. The Japs were like cutting wheat, batches were being harvested. Cut it down!
"Ta-ta-ta..."
"Boom boom boom..."
Ye Daochen's gunfire was an order. All the members of the company fired wildly at the Japs with their light and heavy weapons. The slopes were filled with Japs' corpses, piles upon piles, like piles of shit!
The ammunition of the first company was being consumed visibly, and the Japanese fell one after another. They lay in the pile of dead bodies and kept firing at the first company. Soldiers were constantly being hit and sacrificed. Both sides gritted their teeth and persisted!
"Comrades, kill! Don't let the Japanese take a step forward!"
"Comrades, we are in position..."
Instructor Huang Gaoyuan, a scholar wearing glasses, also took action. He also held a crooked machine gun and fired wildly at the Japanese, completely ignoring the blood on his face. A hole was made in his forehead by the flying stones. Blood was already covering his face.
Everyone in the company was working hard, and more than 100 people had been killed or injured, and many of the lightly wounded were fighting with injuries.
"Battal Commander, the pressure on the first company is too great, let me lead the reconnaissance platoon to support us!"
Zhang Yu shook his head and said:
"No, you are the last reserve team. You can't go up until the most critical moment. It's going to be difficult, and it's going to be even harder for the enemy. Ye Daochen must stand up to me!"
Zhang Yu also feels sorry for the soldiers of the first company, but as a commander, he must always have a reserve team in his hands. The 150 soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon are the sharpest knives of the second battalion. There are more than a dozen positions in the mountains on both sides. Grit your teeth and persist, you must persist!
Just survive the devil’s final madness!
"Li Hao, you kid, go and notify the artillery battery, bomb me to death, use up all the artillery shells, and blast at the Japanese headquarters, I won't be able to survive!"
Zhang Yu began to enter a state of madness. Among the several kings in Chuxiong, Zhang Yula's troops were the most powerful, and he was also the craziest in fighting. In the old seventh company, people gave him the nickname "Crazy Zhang!".
The Second Battalion increased the intensity of its firepower, and the Japs crowded on the road suffered heavy casualties. Hengshan Yiyong always wanted to lure the Eighth Route Army down the mountain, but unfortunately Zhang Yu and the Second Battalion were not fooled by them at all;
The Second Battalion strictly implemented Zhang Yu's tactical instructions, which was to defend the mountains on both sides and use artillery and machine guns to attack the Japanese who were crowded in the middle. Thousands of Japanese were crowded into a narrow area of several kilometers. Many times they could do it with their eyes closed. After beating the Japanese, the highway was covered with their corpses, scattered everywhere, which made the old Japanese soldier in Hengshan feel terrible pain in his flesh!
"Bagayalu! Balu is so despicable!"
Hengshan cursed.
"boom!"
What fired back at the old Japanese soldier Hengshan was a mortar. A staff officer saw the opportunity quickly and threw Major General Hengshan down, blocking the fatal blow for the old Japanese soldier.
The old devil Hengshan spat out a mouthful of ashes and continued to curse:
"Bagaya road!"
Fortunately, no more artillery shells from the Eighth Route Army were attracted this time.
The Japanese who stormed the unknown highland were beaten down again, leaving yellow shit all over the ground!
Old Japanese Ito was also slightly injured. The Eighth Route Army's tenacity exceeded his imagination, and the unknown high ground became a mountain of death that the Japanese could not heal;
In Death Ridge alone, the Japs killed and injured more than 600 people. They attacked five times, but were all repelled by the heroic company. Old Japs Ito had no good idea and could only continue to attack. The Japs were running out of ammunition.
At 11 o'clock in the morning, Ito organized another round of attack, this time investing more than 700 people;
"Ta-ta-ta..."
"Comrades, drive out the stupid Japanese!"
Ye Daochen continued to boost morale and fought for a long time. More than half of the company had suffered casualties, and now it was entirely supported by willpower.
"Company commander, the Japanese plane is coming!"
"Buzz buzz..."
More than a dozen planes coming to support from Taiyuan Airport dropped a huge amount of shit on the Eighth Route Army's position, blowing up the Eighth Route Army's position and sending rocks flying everywhere. One by one, the brave soldiers fell to the bombing of the Japanese;
After the Japanese plane dropped the bombs, it began to fire with aircraft machine guns again. The soldiers of the second battalion suffered huge casualties and gritted their teeth and persisted!
When the Japs saw the plane coming to help, they attacked the Second Battalion's position even more crazily, but were beaten down by the Second Battalion. The Japs' last madness was pushed back, and their offensive became weaker and weaker...
On the Liuzhen battlefield, the Eighth Route Army launched a general attack on the Suzuki Brigade. The artillery battalion fired all the last shells. The remaining more than 100 Japanese soldiers were compressed into a narrow space. The Eighth Route Army was surrounded from all directions. The Japanese army was about to doom!
Since the battle of Wangjiawa started, the encirclement and annihilation campaign in Liuzhen has intensified. They have to quickly deal with the remaining Japanese in order to support the main battlefield of Wangjiawa and block the Hengshan detachment's retreat.
"Zhong Guoliang, let the bugler blow the charge horn and launch the final blow against the Japanese!"
Chu Xiong no longer cared about the casualties of his troops and launched a general attack on the Japanese in the encirclement. More than 400 officers and soldiers of the garrison attacked the core position of the Japanese from four directions.
"Gentlemen, see you at the Jingguo Ghost Club!"
After Suzuki finished shouting, he held up his ancestral command sword and rushed towards the Eighth Route Army that was surrounding him, hoping to have some support before he died.
"Itaiya!"
Dozens of wounded Japanese soldiers, bayonets drawn, followed Suzuki and rushed towards the eighth route, screaming.
Luo Weimin, the platoon leader of the 3rd platoon of the 8th company of the garrison battalion, held the crooked machine gun in his hand and fired a long burst at the Japs, beating Suzuki and several Japs around him into sieves!
The 3rd platoon and 5th squad soldier, Iron Hammer, used the 38-meter cap in his hand to shoot a Japanese soldier, and while firing, he muttered:
"Guawazi, I will send you to the West!"
Dozens of Japs were not enough for the Eighth Route Army, and no one gave the Japs a chance to bayonet.
"Bagayalu, you have no bushido spirit!"
Captain Honda Saburo, a ninth-level kendo master, was shot five times and fell unwillingly in front of a group of Eighth Route Army gunmen...
Seeing that Saburo Honda was still twitching, Iron Hammer went up and stabbed him with a bayonet. This was the first time the Eighth Route Army used a bayonet. He was so angry that Saburo Honda vomited another mouthful of blood and died.
